[ He shouldn't feel too badly, if only because Caliban had found himself in the same situation. Too distracted by the sights and indulgences of the city to find himself a decent contract.
There's an easy tug open of the front door at the knock and Caliban's just as barely dressed as he usually was. A open red shirt and tight black jeans. Looking more like a rockstar than what someone would think as a prince. There's a little flick of his eyes up and down the other before he's taking a step out of the doorway. ]
( Compliments: the way to make Namir feel at ease enough to come in as he's bid. He steps inside, willing himself to seem less nervous than he's truly feeling -- why does the idea of this get him so worked up?
He turns to face Caliban, hands knit together; a tell. )
Forgive me, I'm way too sober at the moment to really chill about the whole contract thing.
[ Caliban simply moves to shut the door behind him, his eyes flicking over the other as he watches his reaction. It's not exactly an ideal situation for either of them.
Caliban wasn't use to having to search for such help- a man truly use to being the most important person in the room and with a clear goal in mind. It's hard not to notice the way the others hands slip together.]
I do have some wine if that would help you....chill.
[ He's not exactly use to talking like that but he does raise a hand to wave towards the wine stacked against the wall. The perks of living in the up, apparently.]
[ There's a click of his tongue at how very...cold it all seemed but hey, he wanted to prevent himself from being locked up. So there was a little nod as he followed the other with his eyes before he found a seat himself across from the other boy.]
It's all rather simple I fear. You stay with me for three months and then when it comes around again we figure out what's next. You have my protection and a room. You'll have freedom to explore other connections and safety. What exactly are your worries? I might be the prince of hell and there is the temptation to treat you like a subject but...well, we can't all do what what we wish in this world.
( He's certain he'll warm up to Caliban just fine; he's a looker himself, and Namir can find something likeable in most. The basic outline of their arrangement sounds ideal, better than some he's heard of ... )
Doesn't sound bad. I can get on board with that.
( He fusses a little with his hands at the question. )
Worries ... ? Damn, I'm doing a bad job of hiding this.
( Namir has to laugh at himself, gaze flicking up to Caliban again. )
Expectations, I guess. I'm eased a bit by the 'freedom' bit, honestly, but ... What do you need and want from me?
( That might be part of it, the whole demon prince thing — he is a sort of demigod himself, but rather a being of light than an infernal one. Either way, Caliban isn't anything like the eldritch horrors back home.
At the admission that he hasn't considered his own needs, Namir nods, though it surprises him a bit. Huh. Most people in that position might take and take and not give it any further thought, but ... )
Certainly, my liege. I'll keep my jackassery to a minimum.
( He says it lightly, but he's taking the need seriously. It can't be easy on Caliban, either, so Namir wants to be unobtrusive and agreeable.
It's only fair. )
Quota isn't exactly a problem here; I do work at Birds of Paradise, but I don't have any ... regulars really.
[ It was more simply out of a need to prevent himself getting a citation from the city- rather than him considering the merits of such a contract.
besides he was simply use to being allowed to take things- having to negotiate was certainly a new prospect but this way at least allowed him to stay on top.]
Excellent. If there's trouble to caused, I'd rather I be one the one to cause it.
[ He gives a little arch his eyebrows at the others mention of working at Birds of Paradise. ]
Well, I'm certainly not against indulging each other if we feel the moment or the connection but I'm also not expecting myself to be the only dominant you find such a connection with. You have no restrictions on such a thing, for the record. Fuck all your pretty heart wants.
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There's an easy tug open of the front door at the knock and Caliban's just as barely dressed as he usually was. A open red shirt and tight black jeans. Looking more like a rockstar than what someone would think as a prince. There's a little flick of his eyes up and down the other before he's taking a step out of the doorway. ]
Come on in, handsome.
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( Compliments: the way to make Namir feel at ease enough to come in as he's bid. He steps inside, willing himself to seem less nervous than he's truly feeling -- why does the idea of this get him so worked up?
He turns to face Caliban, hands knit together; a tell. )
Forgive me, I'm way too sober at the moment to really chill about the whole contract thing.
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Caliban wasn't use to having to search for such help- a man truly use to being the most important person in the room and with a clear goal in mind. It's hard not to notice the way the others hands slip together.]
I do have some wine if that would help you....chill.
[ He's not exactly use to talking like that but he does raise a hand to wave towards the wine stacked against the wall. The perks of living in the up, apparently.]
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In a minute, maybe. I don't wanna seem like a total lush or anything.
( He might very well laugh at himself, but he finds a seat and takes it. )
If you want to talk ... business, I'm ok to.
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[ There's a click of his tongue at how very...cold it all seemed but hey, he wanted to prevent himself from being locked up. So there was a little nod as he followed the other with his eyes before he found a seat himself across from the other boy.]
It's all rather simple I fear. You stay with me for three months and then when it comes around again we figure out what's next. You have my protection and a room. You'll have freedom to explore other connections and safety. What exactly are your worries? I might be the prince of hell and there is the temptation to treat you like a subject but...well, we can't all do what what we wish in this world.
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Doesn't sound bad. I can get on board with that.
( He fusses a little with his hands at the question. )
Worries ... ? Damn, I'm doing a bad job of hiding this.
( Namir has to laugh at himself, gaze flicking up to Caliban again. )
Expectations, I guess. I'm eased a bit by the 'freedom' bit, honestly, but ... What do you need and want from me?
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I should hope not, this isn't exactly a natural contract for either of us.
[ After all, it's not like either of them had connected before this. ]
If it makes you feel better, I do tend to make most mortals uncomfortable on some level. I do fear it's the demon thing.
[ Because hey, he's just being realistic. There's an easy tilt of his head at the others words before he's clicking his tongue. ]
I hadn't considered what I might need from you- you might have someone else to fill your lustful qouta.
Simply...don't embarrasses me. I am still a prince and I would rather enjoy keeping up a certain reputation.
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At the admission that he hasn't considered his own needs, Namir nods, though it surprises him a bit. Huh. Most people in that position might take and take and not give it any further thought, but ... )
Certainly, my liege. I'll keep my jackassery to a minimum.
( He says it lightly, but he's taking the need seriously. It can't be easy on Caliban, either, so Namir wants to be unobtrusive and agreeable.
It's only fair. )
Quota isn't exactly a problem here; I do work at Birds of Paradise, but I don't have any ... regulars really.
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besides he was simply use to being allowed to take things- having to negotiate was certainly a new prospect but this way at least allowed him to stay on top.]
Excellent. If there's trouble to caused, I'd rather I be one the one to cause it.
[ He gives a little arch his eyebrows at the others mention of working at Birds of Paradise. ]
Well, I'm certainly not against indulging each other if we feel the moment or the connection but I'm also not expecting myself to be the only dominant you find such a connection with. You have no restrictions on such a thing, for the record. Fuck all your pretty heart wants.